Discovering An Old Favorite Love

I completely forgot how much I love net radio Live365. While reading my favorite blogs a few minutes ago, it occurred to me that it has been ages since I listened to some net radio. I went to the Live365 site, signed in, and I’m now listening to Bob Dylan in a live performance of “Friend Of The Devil,” a song my band and I used to play back in the early 80’s (my lead guitarist was a big Dead fan). Wow! This could keep me up all night! Someday I really need to become a premium member...

Spring is Really Here

I awoke to birds singing, the sun beaming and a clear, blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. Looking outside, it seems that overnight the trees have leafed out and the grass has turned green. All of my bulbs are blooming and the meadow across the road is looking more like England every day. We had a helluva storm last night, which resulted in two or three tornadoes southeast of Oklahoma City. We were in a tornado watch, but Stillwater goes into tornado warning status next to never. In the five years I’ve lived here I’ve heard the sirens go off in an actual alert only once. I feel pretty safe here—until high winds like we had last night begin. When I feel that scared I retreat into myself and wonder what the hell I’m doing here. I, a native Californian...

My Dead Celebrity Soulmate

According to it, my Dead Celebrity Soulmate came down to three ladies: Frida Kahlo, Mata Hari, and Lucretia Borgia. If I opted for Ms. Kahlo they tell me that I could expect this:

“Expect lots of drinking, smoking, and arguing. You’ll enjoy yourself more if you can hold your liquor and hold forth with strong opinions about art. There are some areas that interest Ms. Kahlo more than others, so you might want to brush up on your knowledge of socialism, indigenous Mexican cultures, and the various schools of 20th century painting before meeting up with her.”

The only problem between us might be the arguing, as well as that unibrow of hers. I’d have to get her really drunk, then shave it after she was good and passed out. Something tells me she’d be throwing pottery at me in the morning. As far as the other two ladies are concerned, Ms. Borgia sounded way too dangerous and Mata Hari turned me down flat. I guess the unibrow wins.